Author's note: If you don't like it then click the back button. All I'm going to say. Set in third-person view.

Disclaimer (which will remain here): I do not own Devil May Cry, it belongs to Capcom and Ninja Theory, nor do I own Ghost in the Shell, created by Masamune Shiro. Anyway, on with the story.

(Harrier jet: Somewhere over the Pacific Ocean. 8:30am)

"Seven minutes to drop-off. Secure your gear." Major Motoko Kusanagi said to the blue-eyed cyborg across from her, who was already in the process of securing said gear "Nervous?" Batou asked, earning a glare from said blue-eyed girl who went back to securing her gear "Guess not." he said, hiding a shudder. Her eyes are so unsettling. Especially in dim light. Why was she in no mood for bullshit? Right now her mind is focused on the briefing she attended prior to her flight.

(Flashback)

(Conference Room: Section 9 HQ. Niihama. 7:05am.)

"I'm sure you know why I called you here?" Chief Aramaki, known to most as 'Old Ape', asked as he picked up a remote "Y...yes, sir." the other occupant, a female, said "I am." "Your mission is to investigate a series of supernatural and paranormal events that have been occurring there for the past few days. We believe someone may be attempting to create and open a portal that links our world" he paused, for whichever reason the other occupant could not fathom, until he took a breath "to the demon world."

This caused the other occupant to visibly tense up "Permission to speak, sir?" Aramaki nodded, issuing a low grunt as he did so before saying "Granted." the other occupant rose to her full height, leaned on the table and took a breath "While you were explaining my mission, I did some digging." she looked up at the Chief, who said "Continue." "Wasn't there a group of soldiers sent there, on this exact same mission?" she asked "Indeed there was. Should you run out of ammunition, see if they left a cache somewhere on the island." "And if they did not leave one?" the woman asked

"Find another weapon." was Aramaki's answer "In that case I will bring my Katana." the other occupant said "For what reason?" Aramaki asked "I'll be facing down a horde of demons, sir; I require a different means of defending myself if I run out of ammunition." The other occupant said "Good point, Lydia." Aramaki said before clearing his throat "Right. Back to business." he presses a button on the remote and the slideshow stops, revealing only one photo, the castle itself. Despite the age it seems to be in perfect condition. "I bet the inside looks like a tornado hit it." Lydia, the woman currently being briefed on her mission, said as she studied the photo.

Aramaki pushed a button on the remote, showing a blank ocean, apparently where the island once was. "As you can probably imagine, the island moves from one location to the next." he paused to take a breath, "Here one day, at another location the next." "So how will I get there?" Lydia asked "There is a jet at the airport, ready to leave as soon as you're on board. From there, you will be taken to the island." Aramaki paused when Lydia held a hand up "I don't see an air strip. Looks like I'll have to jump." she said. Aramaki nodded "We'll fly low, over the castle and drop you onto the island. Whether you use a parachute, or not, is up to you." he finished with a chuckle "Knowing me I might not use one what with my skeleton being reinforced to the point of being nigh unbreakable." Lydia said chuckling as the words came out.

"True, but make sure your gear is secure before you jump. Don't want to end up one magazine short." were his last words before his silent confirmation that the briefing was over. Lydia stood up straight, popped a salute to Aramaki and walked out the door. When she was far enough away she broke into a sprint, heading for the armoury to get her equipment. Particularly the harness from which said equipment hangs.

End notes: Let us have of a rundown on said equipment, shall we?

One Jackal. (39cm. 16 kg. and uses 13mm. shells with explosive tips. No silencer on account of the caliber of the gun. Attempts to manufacture, and mount one, were blown, literally, to smithereens.)

One High Frequency Katana. (A retractable Katana with a blade that vibrates at the right frequency to cut through (almost) anything like a hot knife through butter. The edge opposite the cutting edge functions akin to a Tazer. 10,000 volts for anyone on the opposite end of the blade.)

One Desert Eagle 357. (Nothing special about this particular handgun except for the extended clip, mounted LED flashlight and built-in silencer.)

One Combat Knife. (The name says it all. A blade designed for quick, silent and, on occasion, messy kills.)

Ammunition for said handguns. (13mm. shells for the Jackal and 44 caliber bullets for the Desert Eagle.)

Synthetic food. (In case you don't get it, she is a cyborg. The synthetic food keeps her up and running. Literally. Keeps her body's internal power cell charged.)

Yeah. Not a good prologue, eh?